Letra de Nutmeg - Ghostface Killah

(Feat. RZA)

Alias Artístico: Pretty Toney, Ghostdeini, Dennis David Coles, Dennis D. Coles, Dennis Coles, Ghostface Killer, Ghostface, Ghostface Killa

INFORMACIÓN DEL SENCILLO:

"Nutmeg" es una canción interpretada por Ghostface Killah y RZA, publicada en el álbum Supreme Clientele

Fecha de lanzamiento: 08 de febrero del año 2000. 

Nutmeg Lyrics


Yeah, what's up, y'all, what's up?

This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island

You know, I don't really mean no harm

But it just happens, you know

When out step approach a motherfuckin' wack nigga

That tryin' to spit his darts and can't spit 'em

Check it out though... ayo!


Scientific, my hand kissed it, robotic, let's think optimistic

You probably missed it, watch me Dolly Dick it

Scotty Wotty copper tipped me, big microphone hippie

Hit Poughkeepsie, crispy chicken birds, fur up a stone, Richie

Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside an Optimo

Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock 'n roll

Ty-D-Bol, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole

Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel

But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guy

Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks, I freak 'em lemon pie

I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, "Lord forgive me!", Ms. Sally shouted

Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded

You fake cats done heard it first

On how I shitted on your turf, half time, Cuban Link verse, yo

"Check out the rap kingpin", summertime fine, Jheri dripping

Face to the box, I seen your ear twitching

As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs

Give one to Rae, let's season they broth

Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneed a Sheba for heeva

Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder

Portfolio, looking fancy in the pantry

My man got bigger dimes, son, your shit is scampi

Base that, throw it to your mouth, don't waste that

See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat

Straight off


Yeah! Yeah...

I just one-time niggas...

Smack all y'all niggas, niggarettes

Universal death threats, yeah

This be the Godbody

Yeah, no doubt, Judge Wise


Ayo, spiced out Calvin Coolers, lounging with seven duelers

The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with six Rugers

Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge

Porridge for the biggest bear, seasoned giraffe ribs

Rotissiere roast, hickory cinnamon scented glaze

Perfect the fine chew with its shell, let's smoke

All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal

Dirty nose with the nasal drip, clique flipped on fam

Dancing with Blanche and them bitches, flicking deuce pictures

Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches

'ulsive compulsive liars, flyers with my name on it

Dick made the cover, now count, how many veins on it

Scooby Snack jurassic plastic gats booby trap

Ten years working for me, you wanna tab shit?

Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung rung!

Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come


Yeah! You see what I mean?

Ya see what I mean, you motherfuckin' crybabies?

Get in line, punk!

You should be studying your arts, instead of studyin' me!

That's how you lost your first job, punk!

Now get in line, 'fore you get your little thick ass tossed up!

Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee, nigga

He was on the fourth, I was on the third


Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift

One whiff of Power-U gets my Divine stiff

Brick rock, late night, hear the tick-tock of my clock

I used to run up and pick a crab lock

Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip

Uptown, (boo-doop!), now we back on your ave

Incognito, fatal Hapkido blow, pop a needle

Dick a knock-knee ho, bust out her fetal

Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thong

Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King

Merciless Ming, point the Killa Bee sting

Ring *dings!*, right through your head, *bing!*

Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks

Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks

Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a loose leaf cigarette

While your man search the internet for Bob Digitech

In Stereo, crazy as Shapiro

Multiply myself ten times, standing next to zero

And snap my fingers like The Fonz

And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde

Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair

Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair

Stomach flat as a pancake for her man's sake

Used to fuck her when she menstruate, but it made her hyperventilate


Brooklyn! I know, I know, I know, I know

Queens! I know, I know, I know, I know

Shaolin! I know, I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Bronx! I know, I know, I know, I know

Jersey! I know, I know, I know

Long Island! I know, I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know, break it down!



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¿Cuándo salió "Nutmeg" de Ghostface Killah?
08 de febrero del año 2000


¿En qué álbum está "Nutmeg" de Ghostface Killah?
Supreme Clientele



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